My soul- a fallen leaf
Of the tallest tree
In the lushest garden
My dreams whisper lies
Of which my heart clarifies
Into mockery
Fumbling over my words
Tripping over my thoughts
Colliding with my frustration
Screaming at myself
In silence
Evils of the world
Slowly penetrating
rapidly weakening
what I had left
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem